where the earth is shallow
the world felt tender
underneath the arch
of me. the heel and toe
which weight crested
on, pressed the Floridian
sandy soil into a surface
to balance and bend
my body now bridge
holds my heart to the air
pretending a sinkhole
has opened its mouth
right underneath me
the nervous deep air
beading at my back
until I’m cooled calm
to let go, release.
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“my body now bridge / holds my heart to the air” —- GURL! How dare you!? <3